[ If he's disappointed - and he is, he's a little disappointed - he doesn't show it, still watching her. He takes another few seconds before giving an exaggerated stretch and padding over to his own clothes. ]

Whatever you say, Hot Stuff.

[ No point arguing it. He shouldn't even feel disappointed, right? Right. ]

Well, I'm going to make myself some caf. So if you're here for that, you're welcome to a cup.

[ He pads past her towards the kitchenette further back in the ship, right past the still-lowered ramp out into the hangar. ]